The Wise Carpenter of Nazareth
By
John J. Collet
A Novella
Table of Contents
Chapter
- The Shop
- The Journey
- The Fisherman
- Mary of Magdala
- The Sayings
- The Synagogue
- The Lepers
- The Zealots
- Stephen
- The Goodbye
- Paul
- The Future
The Shop
“Jesus,” Joseph called.
“Right here, Pop. Just finished sweeping up the wood shavings.”
“You’re doing a great job on all the jobs I give you to do around here. And I appreciate all the help you give your Mom around the house.”
“Thanks. I get a little bored, but the jobs need to be done.”
“Well, I think you are ready to really start working the wood.”
“Wow, that’d be great. I’ve been waiting a long time.”
“Yeah, I know you have. I appreciate your patience. You’ve been ready awhile. I probably just don’t want to give it up. You’ve always been a serious lad. I can tell even when you are out playing with your brothers and friends. You have an even temper and you can reason with people when they get riled up.”
“Yep. These Nazareth folks are a wild bunch. What good can come from here?” Jesus said with a slight smile.
“Oh, the young have heard that saying also. Yeah, we’re a stubborn bunch. But that same independence and coolness of temper that you use to read people, can be used to read wood.”
“Read wood?” Jesus questioned.
“Yes,” Joseph said. “The same Spirit that intertwines through all people, also goes through everything; trees, rocks, water, sky. All wood starts as a round tree, and we’re lucky to have good stands of trees around here, even in this dry and rocky land. But you notice most of the products that come out of the shop have straight
lines. You have to be able to read the wood to know which way to cut it and all of our products retain some of the original tree spirit. Our tools are simple and the process is simple, but the hard part is reading the wood.”
“When do we start?” Jesus said with youthful enthusiasm.
“Bright and early tomorrow. I can’t do anything while I’m smelling your Mom’s fresh bread.”
*
Early the next morning, Joseph walked with Jesus up to the grove of trees above the village. “Do you see these narrower straight trees? asked Joseph.
“Yes,” said Jesus.
“Sometimes the fishermen will lose a mast in a storm and need a replacement. You can use these to make a new mast. They come to me because they know they will get a straight, strong mast.”
“The storms knock down some of these trees and then we can use them and not cut any down. Better to leave trees standing for shade and windbreaks. When we are forming these with our adze and chisel to make a doorframe or table top we want to always go with the grain. Let’s grab this one. I have an order for a doorframe.”
“Ok.” said Jesus with a smile. “Time for my training to begin.”
The Journey
Years later, Joseph and Jesus were in the shop working on a project.
“You’ve learned the carpentry trade well, my son,” said Joseph.
“I’ve had a great teacher,” Jesus said.
“I won’t argue with you there,” said Joseph with a smile. “But you know what the proverbs say: Pride goeth before a fall.”
“I’ll try to be humble like you taught me and be strong in heart and compassion.”
As Joseph turned to pick up a tool, he let out a deep, dreadful sounding cough.
“You haven’t sounded well lately, Pop," said Jesus.
“Yes, it’s from working in the Dead Sea mines when I was young.” My time here in this world is nearly completed.”
“Don’t say that.”
“No it’s true. The end comes for everyone. I’ve talked to your Mom. In a few weeks, you and I will take a journey from which I will not return.”
*
A few weeks later, Joseph could barely get out of bed. He summoned Jesus to his side. “Pop, wouldn’t it better to die in your own home and village?” Jesus implored him.
“No, son, tomorrow we leave on our journey. I know you’ve noticed I don’t get along with the synagogue leaders. They have an interpretation of God and ritual that I find abhorrent. They’re all about taking care of the synagogue furnishings and not the poor among us. I can barely get them to spare a few coins for old Hannah to buy supplies to take to the leper colony. I’ve told the rabbi to make sure he keeps giving her funds. I told him I’m not long for this world. Wake me up early. Your Mom will get together a few days supplies.
“Where will we go?”
“In a way it’s not far, but in another way it’s eternity.”
Early the next morning, Joseph and Jesus arose. Mary made them a few days of food supplies.
Mary and Joseph embraced for a long time, with tears streaming down their faces
“Mary, thanks for softening my heart. You’ve been my perfect partner.”
“Joseph, you’ve always been true and wise. Thanks for taking care of our family and the village.”
They took some blankets in case they had to spend a night outside and then they left at a slow pace toward the hills overlooking the Great Sea to the west.
It was slow going for Joseph and as the sun was setting, they had to stop for the night. They started a small fire and ate some food.
“How much farther are we going?” asked Jesus.
“Not too far. We should be there by noon tomorrow.”
“Why are we going so far, Pop?”
“I have had a great life, my son. Mary is a wonderful wife. I’ve honored and respected her always. I love all of my children and our village of Nazareth. But many times I have made this trek up the hills to gaze at the Great Sea. One of the commandments says, do not commit adultery and I have always been true to your Mom. But I have committed adultery to my own life. I have looked out over the sea and lusted after the life and lands and travel adventures that are over the horizon. What kept me in Nazareth, sometimes it’s hard to tell. But I think it is because we are all connected to each other. All lives to the east and west are intertwined with the same spirit. Sometimes a traveler would stop by to order one of my solid tables to take with them on their journey over the sea. And I knew at least a small part of me was going on that journey, also.”
“Pretty heavy stuff, Pop.”
“Well, it is and it isn’t. Sometimes you just have to keep on keeping on.”
“Let’s get some rest, son. Big day tomorrow.”
*
The next day, they slowly walked for a few hours. Then, they came upon and area of rocky defiles. It looked to be a maze of paths with steep sides. Joseph turned off into one of them and started up an incline.
“How do you know which way to go?” Jesus asked.
“I just kind of know. I don’t know if God directs me or what. Is it like that cave Moses was buried in? Moses knew but no one else does. I’m bringing you along because maybe you might have need of it someday yourself.”
They climbed steadily for an hour. Jesus tried to keep track of landmarks, but it was almost impossible, as they took turn after turn. He figured if he ever needed
to come back, he would just know, like Joseph said. They finally arrived at the mouth of a small cave and a few steps on, there was an incredible view of the Great Sea.
“It’s a beautiful sight!” Joseph exclaimed.
“Yes, it is,” Jesus seconded.
“I just wanted to see it one more time. Well, Jesus, you’ve been the son any father would hope for. You’ll do well.”
Then, Joseph turned around and walked towards the cave. Inside there were shelves hewn in the rock. Joseph lay down on one of these.
“It’s a good day to die.” Then Joseph’s spirit left him.
A tear rolled down Jesus’s face. “It’s too soon, Pop. Thanks for everything. I’ll do my best.”
The Fisherman
“Jesus, where’s the old guy? It’s been awhile since I’ve been up here,” a tall, burly, bearded man said.
“Peter, my father said you might be by. Sad, I have to tell you, but my father passed away a few months ago. Something with his breathing. He said it was from working the mines.”
“Aw. May he rest in peace. He was a great craftsman and an even better man. I’m glad I am able to work out on the sea in clean air.”
“What can I do for you? My father taught me all he could. Maybe I can help you?”
“Remember that storm we had last week? Before I could get the sail reefed, the mast split in two. I need a new one if you are up to it.”
“I’ve got just the right tree trunk here. Picked it up when I was hunting for wood last week. Give me a couple days to shave and smooth it out. I’ll bring it down to Capernaum myself. I need to get out of this shop now and then.”
“Sounds good. See you then. Hey why don’t you plan on staying the night and you can go out with us on a night run. Maybe if weather is good we can pull in to Magdala for breakfast.”
*
A few days later, Jesus set out for Capernaum with his brother James helping him carry the new mast. It was an all day walk carrying the mast. They arrived at the waterfront as the sun was getting low in the sky. They walked along until they found Peter at his boat with his brother Andrew.
“Just in time for dinner,” Peter said.”Of course all we have are fish, fish, and more fish. Ha ha!”
“Sounds good for weary travelers,” Jesus said as they carefully laid down the mast and sat on a piece of driftwood.
Peter took some roasted fish and put it on a couple of well-worn plates for Jesus and James. Then he grabbed some off the fire for himself and Andrew and sat down.
“Good to see you. Always nice to see a new face. Otherwise all I’ve got to look at is Andrew’s sorry face.”
“I’m sure our friends can tell who the sorrier face is,” Andrew said with a chuckle.
Peter let out a huge guffaw and they all laughed, glad to have good food and be among good friends.They all ate in silence as travelling and fishing works up a big appetite. Then Peter burst out in song:
“God in his glory, put stars in the sky,
They are a beautiful sight, on the sea at night,
Away from Roman eyes.
Away from Roman eyes, Away from Roman eyes,
Oh how I wish for the day, when the Romans go away.”
“Someday they will take you away,” said Andrew.”And not for your insolent ways, but for your bad singing!”
“My singing may make their ears cringe, but they love my fish,” bellowed Peter.
“Things aren’t too bad here, are they?” asked Jesus.
“No,” said Peter. “But they are so arrogant and condescending. And the taxes keep inching up. The Romans and Herod love their finery. Tiberias is a beautiful city, but only for the upper crust.”
“Same in Nazareth,” said James. “They respect our craftsmanship, but they are arrogant and want more than their fair share.”
“Well, enough politics,” said Peter. “As soon as my gut settles, we’ll get this new mast in place and head out.”
*
“Don’t know how the fishing will be,” Peter said as they set out. “With all the building Herod and the Roman’s are doing, the workmen eat a lot of fish and these waters are being fished a lot. But we should come back with something.”
“Beautiful out here,” said Jesus.
“I can’t imagine doing anything else,” said Peter as he cast the net over the side.
After half the night, they pulled in the nets with a few hundred pounds of fish.
“Let’s head into Magdala. We can sell to the fishmongers there and get some breakfast at the market. And you guys won’t have as long a walk home,” said Peter.
Mary of Magdala
They beached the boat, gathered up their catch, and walked up to negotiate with the fish mongers. He got a good price what with all the construction, Roman soldiers and travelers in the area.
“Let’s head up to the market. I know the best place for bread,” said Peter.
They headed up through the village streets, already bustling with activity even at that early hour.
“Peter, how come you come all the way to Nazareth for your masts. Surely there is a carpenter here that does that sort of thing?” asked Jesus.
“There is, but he drives a hard bargain and the quality isn’t nearly as good. And I’m like you. I need to get away and dry out my bones and breathe something besides salty air.”
As they got to the market, they snaked their way through early morning crowds and through to the other side. A little ways beyond was an awning with a solitary woman behind a table. But before they got there, the smell of fresh baked bread wafted toward them.
“Mary, you bake the best bread in all Galilee,” bellowed Peter. “Mary, meet my friend Jesus from Nazareth. Jesus. Mary.”
“I’m sure Peter has vastly exaggerated my baking abilities, Jesus,” said Mary.
As Jesus sampled a piece, he said, “I don’t think so. My mother’s should be so good, don’t tell her I said that.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” said Mary as she smiled.
“With wares this good, why aren’t you in the center of the market?” asked Jesus.
“They are intimidated by an independent woman who sells quality goods,” said Mary with great confidence. “They don’t like the competition. My father died in a shipwreck and my mother died of illness. I was raised by older aunt and uncle, who are infirm now. The city fathers wish that I would get married off and out of the way. They call me all sorts of names, but so far quality goods and fair prices have kept the wolves at bay. Take a sample of my linen and wool cloth for your Mother.”
“I will. Her name is Mary, also. And I’ll take another loaf of bread along for my brother James and my trip home. I’m sure I’ll be this way again.”
“Well, I’m here in this spot most days except for Sabbath. Have a safe trip.”
“Thanks,” said Jesus. “Peter, we are off to get home by sunset. Mary, it was a pleasure.”
“Travel safe, my friends,” said Peter.
As Jesus and James walked away, Mary said in a low voice, “Why did you bring him here, Peter?”
“We needed breakfast. You know I’m always the good host,” he said with a wink.
*
Jesus and James got home around suppertime. Mary was just setting out some plates. “I have some bread left from our trip to add to dinner,” Jesus said. “It’s pretty tasty. Also, the same woman in Magdala who made the bread sent along some samples of the cloth she makes. If you like it the next time I’m down there, I could pick some up for you.”
Mary commented with her eyebrow raised, “I can count on one finger the number of times you’ve been to Magdala. Must be something more to that woman than bread and cloth.”
“Jesus blushed slightly. “Well, now that you mention it, she has bright smiling eyes. Her mouth, though smiling, had a hard edge for the Magdala city fathers and their apparent dislike of independent women; which is probably par for the course around these parts. She seems to be doing alright for herself, but she probably wouldn’t mind some out of town business.”
Mary smiled. “Yeah, business from a certain man in a certain town.”
*
Mary did like the cloth. Jesus made a few trips over for cloth and a few more supposedly to visit Peter. Mary must have seen something in Jesus’ eyes, too, as she invited him to share lunch with her a couple times. He met her aunt and uncle and they seemed to approve of this carpenter from Nazareth.
On one visit, Jesus asked Mary, “what do you think about spending more time together like maybe the rest of our lives?”
Mary said, “Well, Jesus of Nazareth, you don’t beat around the bush. And I won’t either. I know you respect and love me and the respect counts more with me than the love. I can tell your folks taught you well how to treat women. I’m doing fine by myself, but maybe we can accomplish more together. But my aunt and uncle need me to be here now.”
Jesus said, “We could get married here and I could spend half the week in both towns. I was even thinking I could make some better beds for your aunt and uncle to relieve their suffering.”
Mary said, “For a star-struck guy, you have pretty good sense. It’s a deal.”
*
Mary and Jesus’ siblings travelled to Magdala for the wedding. Peter provided the fish. Mary’s fellow market entrepreneurs provided all the wine, glad to have someone to run interference for them between Mary’s frequent harangues. After the wedding Jesus would spend three days in Nazareth and the rest of the week and Sabbath in Magdala. Mary’s aunt and uncle loved their new beds and couldn’t stop talking about their talented nephew-in-law.
*
It wasn’t long, as they both had that light in their eyes for each other and this was more than a business deal, that Mary became pregnant.
“Well, I knew something good would come out of this,” Mary said with a coy smile.
Jesus smiled and said, “Who’d a thunk it? Hopefully, our boy or girl, will get the best of both of us.”
Mary said, “That’s like a 90/10% split me/you, right?” They both laughed.
*
Their daughter Sarah was born and Mary’s aunt and uncle were so happy to be able to see their wonderful niece. The aunt and uncle lived awhile longer and then passed on. Jesus, Mary and Sarah then moved the Nazareth full time. The Magdala Market guild gave them a going away party(although some whispered it was a good riddance party). But Mary would show up on market days now and then with bread and fine linen just to give them a hard time.
The Sayings
Jesus was finishing up on a table when Eli the leatherworker dropped by.
“I finished up that tool belt you wanted,” said Eli.
“It looks great,” said Jesus. “Here’s the two denarii we agreed to.”
“I was at the inn for lunch today. You should try it sometime.”
Jesus said “I don’t mean to brag, but between my mom and my wife, we have the best food in the village.”
“Well, maybe so, but anyway, the innkeeper's daughters sure have grown up, they are quite the attraction now,” said Eli with a snicker.
“Keep your eyes in their sockets, Eli,” cautioned Jesus. “You’ve got a wonderful wife and family there. How would you feel if it were your daughters everyone was leering at? The whole community needs to take care of everyone’s family dignity. And my father said you’re not really lusting after a woman, you are dishonoring your own life. You need to celebrate how your life fits into everything else, and be thankful that you are part of the greater good.”
“Hmm. That’s something to think on. It’s hard to not let your eyes wander, but I’ll give it a try. Like you said, we need to look after the whole community, with God’s help.”
*
“Levi, good to see you!” said Jesus.
“Same here, Jesus,” said Levi.
“I know my father was a pain for tax collectors everywhere, but I would bring our share down to your table.”
“I know. But I need to get away and you’re good company.”
“You, too. I wish all collectors were as fair as you. Most overcharge. The Baptizer down by the Jordan says only collect what Rome requires. But it’s not only tax collectors. Some tradesmen have scales that are calibrated in their favor.”
“Thanks for letting me off the hook there a little. I try to be fair.”
“Here’s the five denarii I owe you. Rome has good roads and they keep the peace between all the Jewish sects and between Jews and the Samaritans and the Phoenicians. But I wish we could keep more of the money in the village here. We might be able to hire people to keep the place clean and hire more people in our businesses to cut down on the unemployed,” said Jesus.
“Yes, you have a vision. Who knows what the future will bring,” said Levi. “See you later, my friend.”
*
“Peter, good to see you,” Jesus exclaimed.
“I had to come up and visit your family, I was in talking to the two Marys and little Sarah. I figured I better talk to you a little, too.”
“Oh. Thanks for the favor,” Jesus said with a faux frown. “They are certainly my better more than half.”
“Things are really getting cutthroat down on the sea of Galilee. The market for fish is booming so everyone and their brother is out. There was a boat right in my
spot last night. Some of these guys barely can handle the boat, much less fish. Maybe they’ll all sink in the first big storm.”
“I don’t remember any fences out on the lake. And remember the old saying: Revenge is mine, saith the Lord,” said Jesus. “Try to win them with kindness. That one boat was in your spot because they don’t know the ropes and are just watching other boats. Have a BBQ and invite the youngsters over and dispense some of your fishing wisdom. It’s a big sea.”
“Yeah, I suppose I could wow them with my tasty fish and give them some pointers, like following the seabirds and other wisdom, then, they can find their own spots.”
“That’s the spirit,” encouraged Jesus. “And your rewards will be great in heaven.”
“I’m not too much on that eternal life stuff,” said Peter. “That’s probably the only thing I agree with the Sadducees on. It seems like you do the best you can and hand off the baton to the next generation.”
“Yeah, maybe if we put more effort into improving the lives of everyone in this life, they wouldn’t have to put so much hope in some future world,” mused Jesus.
*
“Jesus, you wouldn’t believe it. I must have run into a dozen beggars on the way over here,” said Jonas the blacksmith as he entered the shop.”They should earn their living like everyone else.”
“At one time, everyone had their own garden plot and could subsist if they were between jobs or couldn’t work. But with all the Roman and Herodian building activity, more workmen are moving to the cities,” Jesus said. “The landlords are
taking over all the arable lands and sowing them with wheat to feed the growing urban people, so there’s less land for gardens. And the greater need for more food, pushes the prices higher. So some of those beggars might be working, they just can’t afford enough food to feed their families. And some are disabled from job injuries and their employers have cast them off. You know that Moses and the prophets said we have a duty to support the orphans, widows and poor among us. Even that new guy, The Baptizer, down by the river Jordan, says if we have an extra shirt or food, give it to those who don’t.”
“Well, aren’t you the font of information,” said Jonas.
“Well, we are near the main trade routes and people stop by to order something from me and stop and talk. Also, every week in synagogue we hear the scripture read. Sometimes we don’t listen and put it into practice,” said Jesus
“Yeah, I know you are right. From the time of Cain and Abel, God expected us to be our brother’s keeper. I guess I get a little selfish. It’s tough times for everyone.”
*
“Just thought I’d pop in. I just dropped off the fish that your wife Mary ordered,” said Ezra the local fishmonger.
“Yeah, no one stops to see me. Just my wonderful family. Everyone should be as lucky as me, to have a family that is a joy to all the village,” smiled Jesus.
“You are the loving arms around them that allow them to be the best that they can be. Not like some of these Roman soldiers around here. Arrogant people they are. Wish they’d go away, but fat chance of that happening.”
“Jesus pondered and then spoke. “Yeah, the hotshots in Rome and Jerusalem just seem to suck all the resources toward them. Us folks in the hinterland, including
the Roman soldiers, just have to do the best we can. Don’t judge them too harshly. Some traveler was by and told me a saying from somewhere: Don’t judge anyone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. If you are walking along and find yourself in step with a soldier, try talking to him. Find out where he is from and about his family. He might not respond, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
“I knew I should have stayed with the women. Heavy stuff out here in the shop.”
They both laughed.
The Synagogue
On the Sabbath, all were in the synagogue, and Jesus stood up and went to the front as it was his turn to read from the scrolls that day.
Jesus said, “I read today from Isaiah: Is this not the fast I have chosen? To loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke? Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? When thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?
These are wonderful words, God has given us. It is nice we have these beautiful, well-preserved scrolls and this solid building. But we must remember that God wants us to make these words living words. As most of you know, my father was an outsider here at the synagogue, but he tried to do the right things. He made sure that old Hannah had enough funds to buy food and clothes for the people at the leper colony. Some say that they are out there because of their sins, but there are people out there who never did anything wrong. They are true descendants of Abraham just like us. Now that Hannah is passed on, I‘d like to make sure the people out there continue to get our help. I’ll be coming around to talk to you now and then to collect supplies for our neighbors out there and I hope you will continue to be generous. Thank you.” With that said, Jesus sat down.
The Lepers
Jesus was sharing lunch with his wife, Mary. “I have some food gathered to take over to the leper colony. I will also take the clothes Mom and you have sewn. Thanks so much for doing that.
“Be careful over there,” Mary said.
“I do. I don’t go inside usually. If Gideon, the outside liaison, is feeling well he meets me at the border. I wash thoroughly when I return. I trust in God to watch over me. Someone has to help them. They are children of God like all of us. If I ever get leprosy, someone will take my place. I’ll be back by supper.”
“Go in peace, my caring husband. Every day I thank God for you.”
*
“Gideon, are you around?” Jesus yelled.
“I’m coming, my friend.” Gideon called. He arrived in a few minutes. A veil was covering part of his face.
“How are you feeling?” asked Jesus.
“Good today. The leprosy is spreading, but I take one day at a time. The food and clothes you bring keep us in good spirits. As long as our well holds out, we can survive as a community. People come in and people die, but we try to strengthen each other while we are here.”
“You’re an example for all of us, Gideon.”
“Jesus, can I ask you something?"
“Sure. What do you need?”
“Before we were in here, we enjoyed hearing the readings from the scrolls in the synagogue. It would be nice for us to hear readings again.”
“You know as well as I, those old guys running the synagogue wouldn’t let me bring the scrolls out here. But, let me talk to Eleazar, the scribe. Maybe he could make some copies of some of the Psalms and Isaiah and some of Moses’ speeches in Deuteronomy.”
“Thanks, that’d be swell.”
*
“Mary, If it’s all right with you, I am going to take some of our savings and buy some parchment and have Eleazar copy some of the scrolls so the lepers can have their own copy. They need some inspiration and a better connection to the rest of the community.”
“Jesus of Nazareth, you’re a good man,” Mary said with a loving smile.
*
Jesus walked into the synagogue and saw Eleazar reading the scrolls. “Eleazar, my good man, I have a job for you. I’ve got five sheets of parchment and I’d like you to copy the Shema, these two psalms and this part of Isaiah, so the lepers can have their own copies.”
“Copying doesn’t come cheap and those people have one foot in the grave anyway. What do they need that for?”
Jesus dropped some coins on the table and said, “You’ll be well rewarded and they need a physical representation that God is with them just like he is with us. Thanks. I’ll be by in a week to pick them up.”
*
A week later, Jesus picked up the parchment and walked to the leper colony.
“Gideon, come on over. I’ve got something for you.”
When Gideon arrived and saw Jesus had the parchment, a tear rolled down his face. “Jesus, I’m sure the angels are singing your praises. This means so much to us.”
Jesus said, “The angels sing praises only for God. I’ll be here next Sabbath to hear you read these.”
“You’ll be welcome my friend.”
*
“The next Sabbath, Jesus, Mary, Sarah, and Jesus’ mother Mary stood just outside boundary of the leper colony.
Gideon gathered the residents into a shady area within earshot of the boundary and began reading:
“Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God is one Lord: And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early. The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his voice, the earth melted. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he hath made in the earth. He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire. Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord has anointed me to preach good tidings to the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of prison to those who are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance for our God; to comfort all that mourn.
The Zealots
“Simon the Zealot!” exclaimed Jesus.
“Shh.” Simon said as he walked in the door.
“Why? What’s up?”
“Are you going down to Jerusalem for Passover?” asked Simon.
Jesus snickered. “I may look like a rich Nazareth businessman, but I can’t afford to take a week or so off to go.”
“Well, you know that Jesus Barabbas? He’s planning on starting a ruckus this year. Maybe even trying to take the Fortress Antonia. I’m going down. There’s supposed to be a thousand Zealot fighters show up.”
“Be careful. The Roman rule can be a pain, but open warfare gets a lot of innocent people killed. Even if you took the fortress, Rome would send more troops and lay siege to the city, starve it into submission, then burn it to the ground.”
“You know me. I always keep an eye out for an exit route.”
“We’ll pray for you, Simon,” said Jesus with a sigh.
“Thanks. We’ll need it.”
*
A week later, there was a faint tap at the door after supper. Jesus went and opened it. Simon quickly moved in and quietly shut the door.
“Jesus, can I lie low in the shop for a day or so?”
“Sure, get in there behind the wood pile. I’ll bring in some water to for you to clean up and some of Mary’s killer bread.”
“So what happened down there?” asked Jesus.
“It was a real fiasco. Barabbas and the advance crew were sneaking in Hezekiah’s tunnel. Someone must have tipped them off because a force of Roman soldiers was waiting for them at the Pool of Siloam. The rest of us were waiting at the East gate and most of us were able to escape over the Mount of Olives. Pilate must have been in a good mood, because there were no general reprisals, but they strung up Barabbas and a bunch of others on crosses the very next day. Some others and I were able to escape to Jericho and then up the valley. Haven’t seen anyone following, but you never know. If I could lie low here a day or so, I’d much appreciate it.”
“No problem. But you ought to find an honest living. I know you have been forging a lot of knives for the Zealots. There’s a lot of building activity in Sepphoris and Tiberias. You could set up a blacksmith shop and do well. I could front you some funds,” Jesus said with concern.
“I’ll think on it. That’s a generous offer. You’re an asset to the community, Jesus.”
Stephen
“Stephen, when you get done mending your nets, I’m cooking up some fish with my secret recipe. Come on over and have some,” bellowed Peter.
“This is sure good fish. What’s your secret?” asked Stephen.
“I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you.” Stephen laughed.
“So what gives, Peter? Awhile back you were giving me the evil eye when I was fishing near your spot.”
“Well, a wise man I know; you might have seen him around, Jesus, he’s from Nazareth; he told me that seeings as I’m not getting any younger, I should teach you youngsters about fishing and sailing, so you can survive on the sea. It’s a big sea out there. It’s like Abraham and Lot. Plenty of room for everyone.”
“He must be pretty smart to get an old coot like you to listen.” Stephen smiled. “What else does Jesus have to say?”
“Well, he’s all about community. He can get those rich Pharisees to forget about appearances and give money for that big leper colony. And he gets money for the unemployed to have them clean up the town and money for the disabled to keep them from starving. And it’s not just the Jews. He thinks anyone; Romans, Samaritans; we’re all in this together.”
“Sounds like an all right guy. I wish he’d go down to Jerusalem. I hear that is a pit of iniquity. Rigged scales and so much gold in that temple, you could feed all Israel with it, if they sold it. I was thinking about going down there to make a sacrifice to bless my boat and I might just give them a piece of my mind.”
“If you decide to go down there, I’d better go with you before you get into trouble you can’t get out of,” cautioned Peter.
*
A few weeks later, Peter and Stephen headed for Jerusalem. They went down the Jordan Valley and headed up from Jericho to Jerusalem. They’d gone a few miles when they saw a man lying by the side of the road. He was pretty beat up.
“Stephen, see if you can get some water in him and I will try cleaning out his wounds.”
“Will do!”
After awhile, the man revived. “What’s your name and where are you headed?” Peter asked.
“Could I get another sip of water?” after wetting his lips, he was able to talk. “I’m Philip from Bethel. I was headed to the Essene caves down by the Dead Sea. This attack is kind of why I was going. This area gets crazier by the day. I needed to get away. I hear they pray down there and study the scrolls and try to figure out what God wants us to do.”
“Well, look,” said Peter. “We’re headed to Jerusalem for just a day. Why don’t you come with us and then we’ll get you back down to Jericho and then you can head down to the Essene caves.”
“Sounds reasonable. I’ll take you up on that,” said Philip.
*
They arrived in Jerusalem that evening. They found a reasonably priced inn with good food and decide to go to the Temple first thing the next morning.
They arrived at the Temple early the next day and there was already a bustle of activity. Philip was feeling much better after a good night’s rest and marveled at all the people conducting business. Being a new fisherman, Stephen decided he would just purchase two doves to sacrifice for his boat. First he had to change his Roman coins for temple coins. He was pretty sure he was getting ripped off there. But then when he heard the price for the doves, he for sure knew he was getting ripped off. Before Peter could stop him, he had found a box and jumped up on it and started shouting.
“Hey, pilgrims. All these vendors are ripping you off. If you want to rid yourselves of your money, and be blessed by God, give your money to the beggars out by the gate. We need this temple like we need a hole in the head. You ought to do what we are doing in Galilee. Jesus of Nazareth has everyone working for the betterment of the community; helping the orphans, widows and disabled poor. Remember what the prophet Micah said: Wherewith shall I come before the Lord, and bow myself before the high God? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves of a year old? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, or with ten thousands of rivers of oil? Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul? He hath showed thee, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God. God doesn’t need any stinking temple. Melt the gold in the Holy of Holies and feed the poor of Israel!”
Everyone was stunned! Then a man yelled, “Blasphemer! Take him outside and stone him!” A bunch of vendors grabbed him and dragged him out the gate toward the Kidron Valley. Peter and Philip followed rapidly. Outside the gate they threw him down and started throwing stones. One glanced off his head and down he went. Another hit his back and another hit his leg.
Peter ran out to him among a hail of stones. “Stop!” he cried. “He’s just a dumb Galilean fisherman. We’ll drag him home and beat some sense into him along the way.” With that, Peter and Philip lifted up Stephen and took off not looking back.
One of the vendors shouted, “Saul, should we go after them?”
Saul said, “No. let them go. That Galilean riffraff got the message. But I think I will look into this Jesus of Nazareth. The Nazareth synagogue has been slow in their Temple support and Damascus, also. I think I will get together a little northern investigative trip.”
*
Peter, Philip and a battered Stephen made it to an inn in Jericho for the night. They had dinner, wrapped up Stephen’s wounds and tried to get some rest.
In the morning, they parted.
“I’m for sure headed for the Essenes now. Jerusalem is crazy,” moaned Philip.
“Take care, friend. We have to get back to Nazareth and warn Jesus.”
The Goodbye
Peter and Stephen decided to go straight to Nazareth instead of Capernaum, in order to warn Jesus. It took them four days, what with Stephen’s weakened condition.
“I hope we get there in time. Me and my big mouth,” said Stephen.
“It needed to be said. Probably not quite the right way to go about it.”
They arrived in Nazareth around supper. Peter was no fool. Crisis or no, he’d had to have Stephen try some of Mary’s bread, and him too, of course.
“Peter! You guys look ragged. Sit down and have a drink and something to eat,” said Jesus.
“Thanks,” said Peter. “We’re beat. We have a story to tell. Jesus, Mary, Mary and Sarah, this is Stephen that young fisherman I’m mentoring. Well, we were down in Jerusalem going to sacrifice some doves to bless Stephen’s boat. Well, he’s young and idealistic and…Stephen cut in, “and I was getting cheated by those temple vendors and I gave them a piece of my mind. I quoted the prophet Micah, told them about what you’re doing up here, Jesus, to help the community, said they should use their money to help beggars and melt down the Holy of Holies and feed the poor. And then, all hell broke loose…”
Jesus said, “Well, I guess you could expect that to happen.”
Peter cut in, “Then, they dragged Stephen outside and started stoning him. If it wasn’t for Philip and I; He’s a guy we met along the way who was beaten and needed our help; Stephen would have been a goner. We dragged him out of there and took off. But there’s a big-wig Pharisee called Saul who’s hot to come up here and Damascus to bang some heads about money being used to help people instead of going into the Temple treasury. Philip, he went as far as Jericho, then he headed down to the Essene caves. We got here as fast as we could to warn you.”
Jesus said, “I’m sure it isn’t anything that can’t be rationally talked over.”
Peter said, “Well, at the least it looks like imprisonment and at the worst, stoning to death. Mary, you’re probably going to have to put your foot down. Jesus does enough good and doesn’t need to be a hero.”
Mary said, “Well, let’s see what morning brings. Stephen, why don’t you head down to the market before dawn and scout things out.”
“Will do,” Stephen said with a salute.
*
Stephen was down at the center of town by dawn. He hung out for awhile and then scouted out the road coming from Jerusalem. He saw Saul and a cadre of Temple Police and they looked like they meant business. Stephen hightailed it back to the carpenter shop.
Stephen said, “They’re here and they don’t look any too friendly,
Mary said, “Jesus, do you think your friend Gideon out at the leper colony could hide you out.”
Jesus said, “Yeah, there’s some boulders around the far side where I could hide out until things die down.’
Mary said, “Here’s some bread and broiled fish. Take care, my love.’
Sarah hugged her father. “Love you, Pop.”
Peter said, “I think Stephen and I will head out, too, in case they want to finish the stoning job. You’ll be all right, Mary?”
“Yeah. I like nothing better than taking on an arrogant big-wig for breakfast.”
Saul showed up at the carpenter shop soon after.
“Where is your husband Jesus?”
“And who wants to know?”
“Don’t be insolent with me, woman. I have the full power of the Sanhedrin behind me.”
“And I have the Lord of Heaven’s Armies behind me,” retorted Mary.
“And double that for me,” shouted Sarah.
“Where is he?” shouted Saul.
“He took off to look for wood. Didn’t say when he would be back.”
“Well, I haven’t got time to wait around. Let’s head to Damascus and we’ll hunt for Jesus on our return.”
*
A few days later, Mary and Sarah went out to the leper colony. They called for Gideon and he brought Jesus to them.
“Don’t come close, I’ve developed a skin rash,” cautioned Jesus.
“Oh no!” cried Mary.
“Don’t get alarmed, maybe it will clear up. I’ve been coming out here for ten years or so. It was bound to happen.”
“Hey, Pop. This is a long shot. But, remember the story of the prophet Elisha telling Naaman to wash in the Jordan seven times to cure his leprosy. Worth a shot,” said Sarah.
“You get your smarts from your Mom. I might as well try it. I should be back in a day and a half to two days. Find Peter if you don’t hear from me.”
*
Jesus arose early the next morning, headed for the Jordan River. It was late afternoon when he got to the river. He dunked himself once and came out. He wondered: Do I have the faith to let God work healing? Just have to let go any doubt and do it. He repeated the dunking five more times. Here I go. He dunked under the water for the seventh time…..
*
Not long after, Jesus found himself along the far bank of the Jordan, half in the water with no clue where he was. He lapsed in and out of consciousness and as the sun went down, he was able to drag himself out of the water and then he fell into a deep sleep on the riverbank.
As the sun rose over the eastern hills, his eyes fluttered open and he had a bad headache. He felt a bump on the top of his forehead. He pulled himself toward the water and palmed a couple handfuls of water into his mouth. Then, he got up and headed south. It was marshy along the bank, so he climbed up a little to get
on more solid ground. After a few hours, he looked across the river and saw a man in the water with a small crowd on the bank. He half waded, half swam across the river.
“What are you about, pilgrim?”
Jesus said, “I have a bump on the head and a bad headache.”
The man asked, “Do you repent your sins?”
Jesus said, “Everyday we fall short of God’s righteousness. Are you The Baptizer?”
“Not THE Baptizer. Just small “b” baptizer. John the Baptizer was beheaded by Herod years ago. I’m one of his followers trying to hang on. Do you wish to be baptized?”
“Sure.”
“He plunged Jesus under the water and shouted, “I baptize you for repentance of sin and the coming kingdom of God. Go in peace, pilgrim.”
Jesus said, “Thanks.” And headed off south again.
He spent a night on the bank, feeling more refreshed in the morning, and continued his way south. At the end of the day, he found himself beside a great sea. He took a handful of water to his mouth, but spit it out, salty. Saltiest water he had ever tasted. Then he sat down on the beach.
Things started coming back to him. He thought, I think I went in the wrong direction. Seems like it should be fresh water if I was near home. Thoughts were flooding in. He remembered dunking in the Jordan. That daughter of mine; where does she get these ideas. Maybe I went in the wrong direction by my thinking but who knows what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies has in mind. He sat there on the beach all night.
*
In the morning, he got up. He remembered the leprosy and looked down at his arm. The leprosy was gone! Was it the dunking seven times or the baptism by the baptizer. Maybe it was just a rash. Who knows? Most likely, Sarah’s prayers. That young woman has contacts with the Most High. He started walking south again and came upon an area with caves in the hillside and people about.
“What’s up, pilgrim?” a man asked.
Jesus said, “Is there a man here named Philip? I think he got here not too long ago.”
“Yeah, I know Philip. I’ll send him down.”
Jesus waited and in a short while a man approached. “Philip?”
“That’s me.”
“I’m Jesus. From Nazareth. I think you know my friend Peter.”
“Yeah, he saved my life and then I almost lost it when his buddy Stephen invoked your name in Jerusalem.”
“Sorry about that. Hey, look, it’s a long story, but I’ve had some wild adventures on the river. If you could ask if I could stay awhile, maybe in one of the outer caves. Get a little food and water and get my feet back on the ground. You know a little bit about me. Maybe my ideas could add to the mix here with the Essenes.”
“Wait a bit. I’ll be back.” Philip went up and talked to one of the Essene elders.
“Josiah, a pilgrim just showed up, name of Jesus of Nazareth. A couple his friends once saved my life based on Jesus’ ideas on the worth of all people. He’s had some misadventures lately, but once he gets rested, I think he might add some value to our community. Think he could rest awhile in one of the outer caves?’
“Sure. I’ll go up and talk to him later when he is settled.”
Philip walked back down to Jesus. “Follow me. You’re in.”
*
When Jesus hadn’t shown up in two days, Mary went to Sarah. “Daughter, let’s go. Put a week’s worth of food and some skins of water together.”
“Mother Mary, we’re going to go get Peter and Stephen and go find Jesus.”
“Go with God, my children. I’ll deflect those maniac Pharisees if they return.”
Mary and Sarah high-tailed it to Capernaum as fast as they could. They arrived just before dark and caught Peter before he went out fishing.
“Peter!” Mary yelled. “What’s up?” Peter asked.
“Jesus never came back from the Jordan. We need to go look for him!”
“It’s not an easy trip in the river. Shallow in spots. Might have to get out and pull the boat. I’ll catch Stephen before he goes. His boat has a little bit shallower draft.”
“Yo! Stephen. We need your boat to go look for Jesus. He’s missing.”
“No problem. Let’s go.” They stowed the food the women brought. They removed some of the nets to get rid of some weight and set sail south to where the river exited the sea. They got there around midnight and beached the boat as it was pitch dark and they wouldn’t be able to see anything on the river. They made a small fire and ate a little.
“Wonder what happened?” Peter questioned. “Maybe he hit his head on a submerged rock when he was dunking in the river.”
“Hopefully, no bandits got him,” Sarah cringed as she spoke.
“No use surmising. Just have to look,” Mary said.
“Stephen and I will stand watch. You all get some rest. We’ll start at first light.”
*
They got started before dawn, all eyes searching the river and banks. After awhile they approached where the baptisms were taking place.
Peter called out. “Baptizer, have you seen anyone unusual lately?”
“Well, a couple days ago, a haggard looking pilgrim came across the river. He complained of a banged up head. I baptized him and he took off south. He seemed to be a little more coherent when he left.”
“Thanks. We’ll keep looking.”
They searched all day with no luck and stopped again for the night above the Jericho crossing.
“Well, if he got this far, he either made it down to the Essenes or he’s well preserved in the Dead Sea.”
“Well, aren’t you morbid tonight,” Mary said frowning.
“Sorry, Mary. If anyone could make it, Jesus could. We’ll get into the Dead Sea and check to see if our friend Philip made it to the Essene caves.”
*
They were up after sunrise and had a short breakfast and sailed into the Dead Sea and beached on the west coast and walked up toward to caves.
Peter bellowed, “Philip! Philip!”
Not long after, Philip came walking toward them.
“Well, two surprises in a week. First, Jesus, then you all.”
“Jesus is here!?” screamed Mary.
“Yes, he is.”
Peter made introductions. “Philip, this is Jesus’ wife and daughter, Mary and Sarah.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you. Let me take you to him.”
“For sure,” said Sarah, a smile beaming from her face.
Philip took them up to the cave where Jesus was staying. He was sitting there at the mouth of the cave, contemplating. When he saw them coming, he jumped up and ran toward them. He had a long embrace with Mary and Sarah, with Peter and Stephen patting him on the back.
“Hey, look, no leprosy!” exclaimed Jesus. "It might have been dunking six and a half times in the Jordan, but I think Sarah has an in with the Most High.”
“Well, I just try to keep a quiet heart so I can hear that still small voice, which I get from my long line of ancestors. So what happened, Pop?”
“Well as near as I can tell, that seventh time, I wanted to make it a real good one, and hit my head on a submerged rock. But the full story of how I got here, I’m still figuring out, and think there might be some Divine presence involved.”
Peter interjected, “I’m sure we will talk far into the night, but we should get a fire going and broil some fish.”
Mary said with a smile, “Eat, eat, eat! I feel sorry for your wife and mother-in-law, Peter. All your profits go to your belly.”
“Hey, fishing is strenuous,” he said with a grin as he gathered some driftwood for a fire.
They got some fish cooked and as they were all ravenously hungry, they sat and ate without much talk.
Paul
Peter, always first to eat, but, first to talk, also, piped up. “I didn’t bring it up on the way down, as we were occupied with other things, but there is interesting talk filtering down from Damascus.”
“What’s up?” asked Jesus.
“Well, apparently, our friend, The Pharisee Saul, from our Temple encounter, had a vision on the way to Damascus.
Mary cut in, “Just to bring you up to speed, Jesus. Saul showed up in Nazareth but when you weren’t there, he decided to go on to Damascus and catch you on the way back.”
Peter continued. “Well, from what we hear, Saul, was blinded and had to be led into Damascus. He was out of it for a few days and when he came to, he was teaching strange new sayings. He is calling himself Paul, his name in Greek, and plans on preaching up towards the Northwest, to Jews and Gentiles alike. And his preaching seems to have something to do with you, Jesus.”
“Oh, yeah? I’m all ears.”
“Yeah, he is saying that he was visited by the crucified Jesus; that everyone who believes in him and his teachings will have eternal life. That everyone is equal in God’s sight: Jews and Gentiles, Men and Women, Rich and Poor. That we need to love one another and take care of each other.”
“Hmm. I’ve not been crucified and never met the guy. I’m kind of ambivalent about eternal life but the rest of what he says I could agree with,” Jesus mused.
“The only thing I can figure is that the things Stephen said quoting the prophets and your sayings, may have pierced him on a visceral level and maybe he felt guilty and that caused a spiritual breakdown and re-awakening. And maybe he
conflated Jesus Barabbas’ crucifixion with your sayings. Both being named Jesus, and all."
“But, what is the connection between Barabbas and me? There’s a lot of guys named Jesus.”
Peter thought for a moment. “These are trying times. A lot of people would like to see a Messiah come and rescue Israel from foreign rule. I think a lot of people had high hopes for Barabbas’ rebellion. Maybe Saul was one was them. Maybe they were all devastated when the rebellion failed and are trying to put a new spin on it.”
“Whatever works to get people to care for each other and work together. It just seems kind of overdoing the cosmic aspect of it.”
“Yep.” They all settled into introspection letting the news settle in.
The Future
After breakfast, Jesus looked over at Mary, and they both got up and strolled down the beach.
Mary said, “You know, we could just keep walking and make a life in Midian like Moses did.”
“But Moses finally came back,” Jesus said with a smile.
“Mary, I want to stay here awhile.”
“Awhile, like an hour while we load the boat and get the heck out of here, or awhile, like 10 years and it’s been nice knowing you, Mary. Is this how you dump all your women?”
“All my women, you know you’re the one and only.” They both smiled. “These are crazy times and there’s a lot going on here. They are studying and copying a lot of the scrolls and they have ideas about a just society. But they seem to want to stay cut-off from mainstream society. I feel like I could at least put my two cents in about communities working together on a local and regional level. Maybe a few months to a half year.”
“You know I’d have to rev up my bread making and cloth making. Our savings aren’t that great. And I’d have to hit the markets in Nazareth, Sapphoris, and Magdala. And although I was a thorn in the side of most of those vendors, some were kind of sweet on me. I’m older now, but still in good shape,” Mary said, raising her eyebrow coyly.
Jesus shook his head and smiled. “When God made you, he broke the mold. I’ve never had reason to be jealous, but I wonder how I lucked out marrying you. God looks out for fools and idealists.”
“Hmm. I don’t really see any idealists around here.” As she looked all around. “And you know, Peter just wanted me out of there as I was competing with his wife’s bread.”
“Revisionist history.” They both laughed.
“Well, Jesus of Nazareth. You’ve made your case. Although, I won’t hold my breath at six months. I know if they have a good supply of candles, you’ll be shooting the breeze way into the night. But I will keep and eye out for you…. Now I have something to talk to you about…..I’ve had the greatest life sharing it with you as your wife. It’s still a patriarchal society, that grates on me sometimes, but all in all, no complaints. But I’m sure you’ve noticed that between mine and your input Sarah has developed into a headstrong young woman. I may be able to be queen over my kitchen, but I don’t think Sarah is cut out for the domestic life. I hear strange news, too. You know how your Father was always looking longingly across the Great Sea. Well I hear things, too about an area on the far side of the Great Sea, where women have a freer existence.”
“Where do you hear that?” Jesus said, raising an eyebrow.
“We independent women have our networks. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” They both smiled. “Maybe it’s just something I feel in my bones. Jews have spread everywhere since the Babylonian Exile. Seems like the farther you get from the Sanhedrin, the freer things get. Anyway, Peter’s friend, the centurion Cornelius, is headed back to Rome soon, and I figured he could escort her that far and then get her transport after that.”
“Wow, leave you alone for a week, and you do a lot of figuring.”
“Times, they are a changing,” said Mary with a smile. “Well, I guess we can keep going to Midian or turn around and face the new day.”
“Let’s turn around and get started on our new adventures.”
They headed back to camp to fill everyone in on the new arrangements.
“Peter, I’m going to be staying here awhile to try to start a dialogue with these Essenes about a more inclusive future. Stephen, take care of the old guy. I hope to see you all within the year.”
“Who are you calling old?” Peter asked as he got up with his bones creaking.
Jesus put his arm around Sarah and drew her off a little ways.
“Daughter, you’re a woman now. I won’t mince words. I might not see you again.”
“What do you mean, Pop?”
“Well, your Mom has some ideas that there are many travels in your future to lands far away; maybe you’ll complete your Grandpa’s journey.”
Sarah turned around and looked at her mother with raised eyebrow.
“Do I have any say in this?”
“I have no doubt you can hold your own in any discussion with your mother. If I see you, I see you. If not, I will always see you in my heart.”
“Oh, Pop.” A tear rolled down her cheek. They hugged a hug to beat all hugs and stood together for the longest time. Then they returned to the group.
Jesus walked them down to the boat. Mary gave him a quick hug with teared up eyes and got in the boat. “I’ll be looking for you. When you come back, I will give you a proper embrace.”
They pushed the boat into the water. Jesus stood and waved until the boat was far in the distance, then returned to his cave.
*
“Peter, what’s the plan going back, since we’re going against the current and all?”
“Well, hopefully we’ll get some fair winds to push us home. But here and there, you’ll have to get out with a rope and pull the boat walking along the bank.”
“Me?” groaned Stephen.
“Well, remember I’m an old man,” Peter snickered.
Sarah edged closer to her Mom, who had been keeping her distance.
“All right, Mom, give it up.”
“Sarah, I know you’ll never be satisfied baking bread and making clothes. You’re a visionary. The system around here isn’t kind to people like us, who want all people to be able to flourish. I have a vision of a land at the far side of the Great Sea where Jews are freer, especially women. Peter’s friend Cornelius is heading back to Rome soon and Peter will ask him to escort you that far and help you find transport after that.”
“I am?” Peter questioned.
“You are,” said Mary. “I’m sure your father told you that you’re your own woman. Give it some thought. You have a month to think about it.”
“Thanks for your confidence, Mom. You’ve been quite the role model.”
*
Jesus was sitting with Josiah discussing the possibility of scholars coming down from Jerusalem to discuss points of commonality, when in the distance an entourage approached. Josiah got up and went out to meet it and the others followed close behind.
Josiah asked, “And who gives us the honor of their presence?”
A man got down off his camel and came forward.
“I am Amari, high court official of Candace, Queen of the Ethiopians. We have heard of the Most High God and I have been sent to investigate His worship and other worship traditions I encounter along the way and report back to my queen.” I have recently been in Jerusalem listening to the discussions between the Pharisees and Sadducees. One of their wiser men, Nicodemus, said my investigation would not be complete if I did not come down to talk with the Essenes, a third sect of your worship tradition.”
“Well, you have found the Essenes and I can tell you are a polite and diplomatic official because I have never heard of the talks between the Pharisees and Sadducees described as discussions, but at best heated arguments or worse. I’m sure you are a valued asset to your queen. But as for us being a sect, we like the other two groups, believe we are the only true worshipers of the Most High God.
Please make your camp among us and rest from your journey." Amari spent the next few days talking to the Essenes about God, enjoying swimming in the Dead Sea and walking the beach. He was enjoying a walk when he noticed Jesus coming out of his cave.
“Hello. Your abode seems to be removed from the main axis of this community,” he said to Jesus.
Jesus replied, “My name is Jesus. I’m kind of an outsider here. I’m from a village up north, called Nazareth. I ended up here by a river accident. But, up in Nazareth, I was something of a community activist, trying to get the powers that be to help the poor and disabled, clean up the village and get everyone to work
together, rich and poor alike. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but they tend to believe here they need to stay separated from the outside world to keep their worship pure. I’m trying to convince them to keep their inner self pure, but their outside engaged with greater humanity.”
“Interesting. Soon, I will be headed up north myself towards Damascus as I’ve heard rumblings of a new sect up that way, started by Saul or Paul. I’ll stop by Nazareth to check things out.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of Paul and he seems to be using some of my ideas and my name, too, it seems. Strange phenomenon. But more exposure the ideas get, the better. If you get to Nazareth, stop by the carpenter shop and my wife, mother and daughter will treat to some good food and conversation.”
“Well, thanks, Jesus. And good luck with your project here.”
*
Sarah was thinking about her Mom’s proposition all week. She didn’t neglect her chores around the house. Her Mom needed plenty of help with making bread and making cloth to pull in enough money to keep the three of them going while Pop was gone. But when she had the chance, she would walk the lanes of the village or go sit on the hill above it. She was sitting on the hill now and noticed a commotion in the village square and went to investigate. She arrived at the well and found a few camels being watered and men in strange dress who looked to be from far lands. Not a shy woman at all, Sarah walked up to one who was taking a drink.
“Sir, who are you and where are you from?”
“I am Amari, high court official of Candace, Queen of the Ethiopians. I am on a journey to investigate the worship of the Most High God. I was in Jerusalem listening to the discussions, or maybe arguments of the Pharisees and Sadducees and most recently visited the Essenes by the Dead Sea. Now I am headed for Damascus to search out this fellow Paul and his new worship.”
“I was recently there myself. My father, Jesus, is currently staying there discussing ideas with the Essenes.”
“I spoke with your father and he said for sure to visit his family when I came through Nazareth. It is fortunate that I met you. You can lead me to your home. I would love to meet your mother and grandmother.”
Sarah’s mind was moving quickly. She saw an opportunity here she couldn’t pass up. “Sir, when you are done watering the animals, I will direct you to our house. We are near the edge of the village, so there is an open spot close by where you can tie up your animals. But let’s take our time on the way. I have something to talk to you about.”
“Amari, I know if my father sent you to us, you are an all right guy. So I won’t mince words. My mother wants to send me on a boat across the Great Sea to a land where she hopes there is greater freedom for Jewish women. I am ready to go but then you show up. If you are going up to Damascus, I wouldn’t mind going with you and finding out what is going on with this Paul guy. And then, once we are there, just keep going. I mean, if I take a boat, what do I see but water. But if I take the land route to this far away land, I’m going to see all kinds of people and places. And if you are investigating worship practices, just think of the report you could give your queen. When we got to the far side of the Great Sea, you could cross over to the south shore and travel back home that way.”
“Sarah, you are quite the forward young woman. Even in my land, our queen can’t be so forward. But your plan is an intriguing one. I will think about it.”
“Well, here we are at our home and carpenter shop. See that open space over there? Your camel drivers can take the camels there and I will bring out some food soon. Come in and meet my family.”
“Mom, kill the fatted calf, we have visitors!”
“Like when was the last time we had anything but a little mutton?”
Amari said, “Don’t make anything special for me.”
Sarah smiled, “it was kind of a joke. In our Jewish religious writings, our long ago ancestors, when visitors would arrive from a far, they would shout: Kill the fatted calf, make preparations for a great feast.”
“Mom, Grandma, this is Amari, a high court official from Ethiopia. He ran into Pop and he sent him here to visit us. Amari, meet my mom, Mary and my grandmother, Mary.”
“Amari, kind sir, welcome to our house. We don’t have a fatted calf, but we do have tasty bread and a good vegetable stew. Please sit down and rest,” Mary said.
Amari said, “Thank you for your gracious hospitality.”
They sat down and had a wonderful meal. Amari recounted some of his travel experiences and they talked of the village, the Roman occupation, and the tensions among the various Jewish sects.
Then Sarah spoke. “Mom, Amari and I had a talk on the walk up here. We decided…
“We did?” Amari questioned.
“Yes, we did, mostly, we decided: why take a ship across the Great Sea? Why not get the full experience of travel by going by land. Amari was planning on going to Damascus and I could find out what Paul is talking about. And then we ditch the
camels, get some horses, and head west. There, It’s said. I’m going to take some food to the camel drivers and you two can talk a bit.”
Sarah took some plates of food out to the drivers and left everything one in the room with their mouths hanging open. Mary looked over at Mother Mary, who said with a slight grin, “She doesn’t get that my side of the family.”
Mary finally found her tongue, after realizing that looking at her daughter was like looking in a mirror, “Amari, my daughter is pretty strong-willed. But don’t feel obligated to agree to any of her plans.”
Amari, finally coming back into himself as well, said, “Mary, God broke the mold after he made your daughter. But on our talk walking up here, she definitely made some sense. My queen would definitely marvel at my report from a trip like this. And I don’t publicize it a lot, but I am the court treasurer, so I have access to abundant resources. And although our country is not a country with great military and economic resources, our queen is a forward thinker and wants to learn everything we can about the greater world. As for your daughter’s safety, I am a eunuch, so you don’t have to worry about her falling prey to any advances. And although our camel drivers have been perfect gentlemen on the journey so far, I will guard your daughter’s honor with my life.”
“Ok. Let it be said you had your chance at a calm, peaceful life. God go with you, Amari.”
Sarah came back with the empty plates. “Hey, Amari, don’t you feed those guys. They are ready for seconds. Hey and who’s the cute one with the earring in his ear?” Mary and Amari’s eyes grew large. “Just kidding.” As she took some more plates of food outside.
Amari and his entourage pitched their tents on the edge of town and spent the next day checking out Nazareth and the next morning, were ready to leave for Damascus.
“Grandma, thanks for always being there for me. I love you.” Mary said with tears flowing freely, “God will watch over you, granddaughter. When you are in doubt, quiet your heart and listen for that still small voice.”
“Mom, this hug is for Pop when he comes home.” As she gave a hug that almost took Mary’s breath away. “And this one is for you.” A soft, gentle hug that lasted for some time. “You taught me everything, which you probably regret already. But it is what it is.”
Mary said with a tear rolling down her face, “You’re the future, Sarah. Go with God.”
With that, Sarah swung a pack over her shoulder and walked alongside the camels toward Damascus.
*
They arrived at the main square in Damascus, just as a man finished speaking. The crowd was starting to disperse. Sarah, walked up to him and asked, “Are you Paul or do you know where we can find him?”
“I am Paul, formerly, Saul of Tarsus, a Pharisee’s Pharisee, but now I preach Jesus of Nazareth crucified and risen to heaven and eternal life for all who believe in him.”
“I’m Sarah, Jesus of Nazareth’s daughter, and he definitely wasn’t crucified. I saw him a few weeks ago at the Essene Caves. Are you sure you aren’t confusing him with Jesus Barabbas?”
“Woman, Jesus had no daughter. He is the perfect Son of God, by which all creation was made. I was blinded by light on the road here and received his direct revelation.”
Sarah said, “I hear you are teaching the equality of everyone before God and the community all working together. That is what my father believes, also, but all the cosmic stuff seems a bit overboard”
“You had best leave questions of God to his appointed Apostle. I know what I was directed to preach, and preach it, I will.”
“Ok, then,” Sarah mouthed quietly as she turned away and walked back towards Amari.
“You know, Amari, I think it’s like our friend Peter said. Paul probably feels guilty about stoning Stephen and is confused and disoriented. Anyway, after him shouting at me, I’m hungry. Lets grab some food at the bazaar.”
“So are you running this operation now?"
“Why, Amari, I’m a proper and demure woman who always defers to your judgment.”
Amari chuckled and turned toward the bazaar.
*
Just after dark, some many months later, there was a knock at the carpenter shop door. Mary opened it.
Jesus said, “You know I could smell your bread from the village square. Just what is it that you put in it that makes it so good?
“I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” They both smiled as she gave him a bear hug to beat all bear hugs. “That was from Sarah.” Then she shut the door, blew out the candle, and they had a proper embrace.
The End
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